One woman's glass ceiling is another man's wood floor
but there's no such thing for a second-class citizen
of a third world country
as
there's no moving up gender is against her
sexual orientation too considered 'half a witness'
in testimony
with
neither voice nor choice can't vote
or
leave home alone
unless
with consent
can't emigrate (passport permission required)
and
as for caste if she were a Dalit
(lowest of the low)
there's nowhere to go
so
between me and you, flee, be a refugee,
what's a poor girl to do?
When love is good,
it's really great.
Unfortunately for most
when the sparkle fades,
they don't know how to fix it.
Seems easier for many
to clear the slate and
go for instant gratification
of finding someone new.
They're addicted to
easy pickings and
the high of novelty.
The other side of that coin
is they are cursed to never
experience the depth
of true and lasting love.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
On the highway, by air, by sea
By faith
You stood in the gap for me
For All have done for me
The doors were always locked
Against me.
Until you became the door
For me
You stood in the gap for me
The hordes of hades came for me
With sickness and diseases
You came in the Word that
Healed me
You stood in the gap for me.
It is a weird one,
To keep gracing distant sun...
While moon could bail fun.
Dry lips are so tight,
To put words up at such sight
Daring distant fright.
While principles flow...
Yet couldn't keep deeds off blow,
In reality's show.
Why not dare decide,
One your past truly confide
Shouldn't be denied?
Its so obvious. Ah fool in love sets themselves up
Its very clear to. For disappointment
me. Ah broken heart needs more
If you know what. assurance
Love is. If you really really love me
You could hear it's. Find ah way to show me
Sweet melody
Harmonized for
The ages
A celebration of
You and me
Love keep us
Together
You know I am gonna
Do my part
Trust in me
This comes straight
From MI heart
But if you still
Need that assurance
I'll dedicate my love
You do the same
It's for us
Tell me you love me
If you really mean it
I'll buy the ring
You all ready seen it
Take my hand
Love me forever
Promise I
I'll leave you never
I’ve never been kissed on the dance floor.
With him, I feel light-hearted,
but apart, I’m utterly devastated.
I’m a dreamer, he’s laid-back,
and without a genuine connection, our love feels
like scenes from a disconnected game—
where hate destroys, yet love seeks to heal.
But with each passing day, my love for him dwindles.
We are apart because this kind of love cannot thrive.
We never dance; we never kiss on the dance floor.
Our rhythms never sync; he lacks that spark,
and so, a kiss on the dance floor has eluded me.
Feelings shift when loneliness takes their place.
Love wavers,
when a marriage crumbles,
as I wish and hope our love was strong enough
to bridge the gap.
Unlike wildflowers plucked without care,
my love was stunted,
never given the chance to blossom.
Still, I hold a profound respect for him.
A part of me must make a choice,
and so I choose happiness; I choose solitude
over the confusion of pity masquerading as love.
alien world
for technophobes
~ next generation
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
No revenge win
That ends with joy
Backfire more hate.
Seeing night light
Not believing
All about love.
Not all happens
Is fate but cause
Learn more to life.
Always forgive
Till you unlove
Someone to keep.
Now many friends are people
Actively not in contact
Everyone has their own
Busy things on hands
Each busy with their own things
The contact is less and less
You will find that there are
Fewer and fewer friends left.
my brother is 11 years older than me
he would read me stories and sing me songs
he taught me how to ride a bike and play guitar
but he is 11 years older than me
he is 16 out with friends, i’m 5 playing with barbie dolls
he no longer reads stories or sings me songs
because he is 11 years older than me
we are now 7 and 18
he goes on drives and gets back at 2
sometimes we play games in his room
but he’s an adult and i’m still growing up
so by the time i’m 10 his room is empty
his new house is nice but i don’t see him often
he’s 22 and announcing their pregnancy
there’s no longer a room for me to sleep in
i’m 15 with a brother 11 years older than me
i taught him to braid hair, make friendship bracelets and who justin beiber is
but he doesn’t remember that
he has a family of his own
i wish i could be a kid with him
stay up too late and eat to many sweets
but he is 11 years older than me
Loud hollow shell
Glorious silent vacuum
Quiet echo bell
Invoke impartial gloom
Atomic detonation bomb
Renovate the tomb
Appease the qualm
Placate to quell
After noise, calm
His hen is forty
Her rooster is soon twenty
Who cares, it lays eggs.
Love and hate are emotions great,
Yet they are not so far apart.
To many people they seem eternal,
Perched like Janus at the ends of love’s circles.
And the circle of love rarely completes.
It’s a bracelet with a very narrow gap,
Which separates strong emotions,
Ensuring passions of diverse souls aren’t rapt.
But sometimes during strong emotional duress
A lightning-like scintillation occurs,
And across love’s tiny security gap
Emotions of opposing souls are transferred.
Passions unleashed take flight like birds,
And their feverish flock flashes frenetic,
As emotions great, such as love and hate,
Get discharged in a blinding effect electric.
Once hate is unleashed, love gets freed.
And the souls of lovebirds can meld magnetic.
Once I thought
the 'Generation Gap'
was a pile of crap
Yet today
I think it's here
to stay...
There’s this gap
Between me and you
It causes pain
It causes distance between
What we want
It causes difference
It causes us to be distant and far away
It makes me regret ever
Meeting you
It's the gap that kills me
It's the gap that causes so much sorrow
It's the gap that causes you to be
4,168 miles away from me
It's the gap that keeps you away from me
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